June 2010
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I saw you in flashes,
in slow-motion,
like a puckering reel,
projected on a dusty sheet.
flash
The weight of your palm
flash
The brush of lips to collarbone
flash
Warming of skin on skin
flash
Youyouyou and
everything,
the want of it,
burning through us.
It was like breathing
for the first time
in a year,
like scrambling, fighting,
bleeding knuckles,
for anything more
for...
“A person is never happy except at the price of some ignorance.”
– Anatole France
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